Saturday, February 06, 2016

The Queen Of Petals Reigns

[the fairy godmother's song to Cinderella at the beginning
of enchantments {as I imagine it}]

is it quaint to you this braiding of
lines lines of the silver the 
gold entwined

and you, in your cream apron

mopping up the moonlight
from the sills?

and eating the air for breakfast

what do they care? oh
you will be dressed in

finery this rare

when the roll is called
and marked down in ink

the colour of april leaves

the wind stirs
if you please

and if they don't

you still will know
the inner satisfaction

you have called the roses

by extravagant names by
all their colours in the rains

and when the petals blow

along the pavements
seen or unseen-

it is before you they dream

as if you were,
their queen

mary angela douglas 6 february 2016

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